Monday turned into Tuesday, then so on and so forth until it finally came to Friday. You know, when I was a kid, I remember my parents telling me that time seems to go by faster as you get older. At the time, I thought that they were full of shit. Well, now that I'm older, I almost believe them. There are still times when I think that the day will never end, but then I look back on the week and wonder where it went. This week is one of those.
Work went so slowly. I mean, painfully slow. Yet, somehow, it still made it to Friday and now, I get to look forward to a date with the dog. I'd be lying if I said that I am excited.
I'm not a fan of dates. I never have been. Dinner and a movie, the expectation of sex afterwards. Even if the date is absolutely horrible and there is no chemistry, the other person somehow believes that they are entitled to fuck you. I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I had to whore myself out for the price of a cheap dinner and a movie ticket. God help me if they sprang for popcorn or candy! That gives them the right to grope me throughout the entire film! And everyone knows there's no better foreplay than sitting in a dark room filled with strangers with your feet sticking to the floor while your date tries to convince you to give him head.
Not subtly either. There is no subtle behavior when it comes to shifters and sex. We are usually very forthcoming in that area. So, when my date would expect me to "perform" for him in the back of a theater, it usually involved him pulling out his dick and placing my hand around it as he leans back, waiting for me to react as I should. I never did. I don't like being forced to jerk someone off just because they paid a ridiculous amount for popcorn.
Instead, I'd just squeeze. Nothing ends a date faster than having a girl cut off all circulation to your dick. Oh, did I forget to mention that I wasn't careful with my nails either. If those suckers made contact, they stayed where they were. I know I drew blood with at least one of my dates in High School. It was glorious. Definitely stopped him from asking me out again.
However, I won't do that if Jason decides to try to pull that shit on me. I still have twenty-one months with him. I don't really want to make it any more miserable than it will probably be. Plus, he's kind of sweet. Kind of. I guess.
Don't judge me! We both know I'm right.
"So," Jason bounces in the driver's seat next to me as we come home from school, "Are you in the mood for anything particular tonight? I have a few restaurants in mind, but I wanted your input before I make the final decision."
"Not really," I sigh and stare out the window.
"Are you sure?" he frowns and looks ahead. He almost seems a little disappointed with my answer. "Isn't there a restaurant you've always wanted to try or a favorite that you like?"
"No," I pause, "Actually, there is one place that I've heard a lot about..."
"Yeah?" Jason perks up in his seat, "Which place is that?"
"Sebastian's," I shake my head, "but I know that restaurant is impossible to get into without reservations, especially on the weekends. So, it's fine. We can go wherever you want. I'm not picky."
"You like seafood?"
"I do," I raise my brow. What a stupid question. Sebastian's is known for their elegant and overpriced crustacean fueled menu. They have steak as well, but I wouldn't have mentioned it if I didn't like seafood.
"Great!" Jason smiles and continues driving us home. I get to work grading some essays on Charles Dickens as soon as we get home. They're awful. I swear that my students give no thought to their work. Some of them didn't even bother reading the book. They didn't even do a good job of hiding it. One student used the actor's name instead of the character's. Apparently, the twelfth Doctor is also an optimistic, yet poor, fool who was imprisoned for not paying his bills. I didn't realize that Doctor Who made an appearance in David Copperfield. I imagine that the story would have turned out differently if he had. Maybe the lead characters would have to deal with Cybermen or Daleks. Oh! Weeping angels! That would have been an interesting twist.
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Were's the Love?
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